Chapter Seventeen
I hold my head up high as I wait for Professor Meister to tell me what he wants from me this time. At least Bryce is sitting by my side. Things always seem so much better when we can face them together.
As if he knows my thoughts, he reaches out and takes my hand in his, giving it a quick squeeze.
I relax a little more, but don't loosen my position. I want the Professor to know how I'm feeling about the whole situation. And that he isn't going to get a free pass just because the whole Emma situation is resolved.
"Miss Daniels, thank you for coming," he says, folding his hands and placing them on top of his desk. "We're very sorry about the recent troubles you've had recently."
I raise an eyebrow. Is that what he's going to call it? I don't think troubles quite covers
